Chapter 82 Are you getting married?
Seeing her assurance, everyone just covered their mouths and smiled.
Only Li Chuyou heard the true meaning from Zhu Ling's words.
Soon, all kinds of small cakes were placed on the exquisite dessert stand. Song You'an naturally had her own way of composition and aesthetics due to professional reasons, and the effect she put out by her hands was particularly beautiful.
Cuizhu on the side couldn't help but praise when he saw it: "The girl's hands are so skillful. The young lady will definitely like it when she sees it."
Song Youan smiled and sent these things to the garden with several maids.
"Ah, this thing is so beautiful."
"These small plates and cups are also very delicate."
"Miss Song, did you arrange all of this by yourself?"
As soon as he put it down, the ladies gathered around him. The gold- and silver-inlaid tableware and dessert stand made the various small cakes on the plate even more delicious, echoing with the colorful flowers in the garden.
Song Youan nodded with a smile and said softly: "We also prepared milk tea for the ladies today, which goes best with the cake."
Upon hearing the word "milk tea", everyone else looked suspicious, but Zhu Ling's eyes lit up.
"Miss Song, what is milk tea?"
“Is it tea brewed with goat’s milk?”
"Does it taste good? I've never been used to drinking goat's milk."
The ladies looked at each other, obviously it was the first time they heard of such a new thing as milk tea.
Zhu Ling said proudly at this time: "The milk tea is very delicious, very fragrant and sweet, and the entrance is mellow and silky. It is different from the tea we usually drink."
After hearing what Zhu Ling said so eloquently, Li Xiangrong asked: "Sister Ling, have you ever drank it? Why do you want to keep such a good thing to yourself? You never invited us to taste it together."
"That's right." Others echoed.
Although the tone was joking, it was also mixed with a hint of complaint.
Zhu Ling just smiled and said: "Miss Song only gave me a little, and I could only brew a few cups. I drank it all in a few days."
Song You'an shook her head helplessly when she heard this. The milk tea powder she gave Zhu Ling would last a month if she drank one cup every three days, but now she has finished it.
Fortunately, she controlled the portion. Otherwise, with the way Zhu Ling drank, it was definitely possible to gain a few pounds in a month.
At this time, the milk tea was brewed with hot water and brought to the table on a wooden tray carried by green bamboo. Just by passing by, the aggressive aroma of industrial flavor spread everywhere.
Everyone's eyes widened after a slight sniff.
It smells so good...
"Everyone, please take a seat." Zhu Ling asked everyone to sit down. After several ladies sat around a small round table, there was no room left.
Zhu Ling looked around and said, "Let's squeeze in and let Miss Song sit with us."
Hearing this, the ladies couldn't help but look left and right at the people around them, inevitably feeling a little grudge in their hearts.
Zhu Ling regarded Miss Song as a friend and wanted to sit with her, but as daughters of a noble family, they did not want to lose their status by sitting at the same table with a businesswoman.
For them, it's okay to reward Song You'an with gold and silver treasures as a show of goodwill, and it's okay to even be gentle and equal in speech. But if they really transcend the class system in their behavior, their hearts will Still resisting.
No matter how capable you are, you cannot confuse dignity with inferiority.
Zhu Ling's thoughts were not so delicate, but Li Chuyou could feel the embarrassment everyone was feeling at this moment. She said at the right time: "Sister Ling, didn't you just say that the young marquis wanted to thank Miss Song?" After saying this, she He gave Cuizhu a look.
Cuizhu was smart and seemed to understand what Li Chuyou meant. She quickly lowered her head and agreed: "Miss, how about I take Miss Song to the Second Young Master's place?"
Zhu Ling was still a little confused, but when she said this, she nodded subconsciously.
Song You'an didn't really want to sit with these ladies and enjoy tea, so she simply took this opportunity to follow Cuizhu out of the garden.
"Miss Cuizhu, what do you want to thank me for?"
On the way, Song Youan asked puzzledly.
Cuizhu said: "Of course it's Feng Youjing's fault. The second young master didn't see the girl last time when she came to the house. He specifically asked the girl afterwards to tell him when the girl comes next time."
Song You'an paused when he heard this and said: "My wife has already rewarded me for this, so there is no need to go to the young marquis to receive the reward again."
As she spoke, she raised her head and glanced at the sky above her head. It was beginning to be a rainy day today. The clouds were dark and it seemed like it was about to rain.
"It looks like it's going to rain now, so I think I'll go back first."
Cuizhu grabbed her and said, "Girl, just go there. If you leave halfway, the young lady and the second young master will definitely blame me."
As a result, before Song Youan could get entangled, two figures not far away were walking towards their direction.
Cuizhu's eyes lit up when she saw the person coming, and she quickly amplified her voice and said, "Second Young Master!"
Zhu Zhe, tall and tall with two long legs, arrived in front of Song You'an in just a few steps. Song You'an, who was with him, had also seen him. He was the concubine of Fuyang Marquis and the third young master Zhu Lin.
"Second Young Master, Third Young Master." Cuizhu bowed slightly and bowed, and Song Youan followed suit.
Zhu Zhe looked at Song You'an with obvious joy in his eyes. He said in a gentle and clear voice: "Miss Song, I have always wanted to thank you."
Song You'an lowered her eyes and responded softly: "Young Master, you're welcome."
"But I don't know what the girl likes." Zhu Zhe asked seriously: "Can the girl tell me?"
Song You'an shook her head quickly: "Young Master, you really don't have to be so polite. The second lady and I are friends. It was the second lady who was always worried about the health of the young Marquis that I came up with this method. If the young Marquis wants to thank you, it should be Thank you, Miss Second.”
Zhu Zhe blinked his watery eyes, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer Song You'an's words.
Seeing this, Zhu Lin on the side said softly: "Second brother, Miss Song has said so, you don't have to give anything to others. You, a young man who is not yet married, will not spread the word if you give something to a girl. Nice.”
Zhu Zhe was stunned for a moment, then nodded as if he had realized something: "The third brother reminds me, I'm just a man, I'm afraid it will damage Miss Song's reputation."
At this point, Zhu Lin actually looked at Song You'an and asked, "I just don't know if the girl is married?"
Song You'an is already twenty-two years old. She has been a mother for several years at this age in ancient times.
Although she didn't reveal her age, she obviously no longer looked like she was thirteen or fourteen years old.
She looked at Zhu Lin and said in a calm tone: "The third young master's question is a bit abrupt."
"No offense intended, girl, don't blame me," Zhu Lin said.
Zhu Zhe also said: "My third brother has always been outspoken. Miss Song, don't be angry."
Song You'an shook her head and did not answer the question. She only bowed and said goodbye: "It's going to rain, so the girls left first."
Asking for a monthly ticket.